This is part two of a story about Thomas Matthews, a 50 year old widower who was about to take his companion, Sarah, away to Key West when he found out they both needed to self-quarantine because of his possible exposure to Covid-19.
Thank you, B, for the constant inspiration and encouragement. Thank you, N, for reading and for your suggestions.
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Morning light streamed through the curtains as Sarah slid out of bed to relieve herself and freshen up. Thomas watched her intently. He could never get enough of her beauty. Gently flowing black hair cascading over her shoulders, radiant skin and gentle curves accentuated her supple body. He could gaze at her for hours.
"What day is it?" Thomas asked.
Sarah had to think about it a moment before replying "It's Thursday." Thursday means its Day 6 of quarantine.
"I guess I really am on vacation if I don't remember what day it is." he mused as he ran his fingers through is salt and pepper hair.
Thursday also means, thankfully, its grocery delivery day. His local market will bring it to his apartment door and ring the bell so he can retrieve it. Today there will be a resupply of key provisions:
-wine
-chicken
-rice
-veggies
-wine
-wine
-paper products
-wine
-condoms
The groceries arrive mid-morning, and are quickly put away. Thomas pauses to reflect on the past week. These six days have been full of spirited conversation, incredible culinary creations, lust filled afternoons and quiet cuddles. Even her cats had made the place their own, finding sunny windowsills and comfortable cushions on which to nap. In many ways, these have been some of the best days he's had in years.
The Health Department stopped by the prior day to take their temperatures, and would be by again on day 10 and day 14. So far, the only time either was feeling feverish is when they were engaged in "mutually beneficial exercise". So far so good on the health front.
This day, Sarah has spent the last few hours writing in the spare bedroom. Thomas checked on her and finds her rubbing her own neck as if it's bothering her. An idea strikes him.
"Can I give you a massage Sarah?" he asks.
She sits bolt upright and with a huge smile replies "YES!"
She moves through the apartment to the doorway of his bedroom, where, with back still to him, she slips the straps of her sundress off her silky smooth shoulders. She turns just her head to see Thomas' eyes upon her as she seductively lets the garment slide down her delicious curves to puddle at her feet.
Now naked, the sunlight gives her an ethereal glow punctuated by her dark hair and deep brown eyes.
Crossing the threshold into his room she lays face down on his bed. She has her head near the pillows and Thomas rests her feet on a rolled towel for maximum comfort. Thomas lotions up his hands and reaches for her neck and shoulders first. He gently kneads the tense muscles in her neck, upper back and shoulders for several minutes eliciting subtle groans and sighs from her.
He traces his hands down the sides of her torso and grazes the sides of her breasts along the way. That gentle curve of the side of woman's breast where it meets her body is a favorite of Thomas'. He enjoys giving Sarah a bit of teasing and gentle kissing there and resumes his massage.
He rubs her lower back and starts to really knead her buttocks. Her butt is glorious, by the way, and Sarah is enjoying every minute of the attention being paid to it. Thomas is works in gentle but firm circles over her butt and down her hamstrings. He then rubs upwards deliberately slowly with palms open so his thumbs trace the inside of her thighs until reaching her apex with a gentle brush against her labia. She responds with a soft whimper and spreads her legs incrementally more.
Thomas continues attention on her upper legs in that way for a moment before moving his hands down to massage her calves and feet. Occasionally he'll bring his hands all the way up again to her waiting pussy as a surprise and each time he's rewarded with gentle mews and groans.
At this point, Thomas can see Sarah is wet and can smell her intoxicating scent as he rubs up her thighs again. He, too, is aroused and needs to free himself from the confines of his clothes. He takes a moment to do so and Sarah opens her eyes to give him a lustful look.
He's back behind her quickly and resumes his ministrations to her muscles, now spending more time around her heavenly pussy and butt. He leans close and gently blows on her most private space, causing her to yelp and giggle in surprise. She asks "what are you dooooahhhhh!" just as he bends close and licks her sweet nectar from her flower.
"Ohhh, Ohhh, yesssss!" she exclaims.
Thomas continues to lick her lips and kiss her delicate space savoring each taste as if it's his last. He is relishing every drop of her, and she is luxuriating in the attention and sensation.
His nose tickles her rosebud as he stretches his tongue into her, probing her depths to touch her core. He continues to massage her legs and buttocks while tasting her, giving Sarah a sensory overload for a moment.
She lifts her hips up almost imperceptibly off the bed and this allows his tongue to graze her now throbbing clit as he flicks his tongue up and down her moist slit. Each time he passes over her clit, a jolt passes through her and Thomas can feel those as he has his hands on her.
He increases his pace on, and attention to, her clit.
-ragged breathing
-stabbing breaths
-moaning
-groaning
-bucking hips
